Rohin Guha
November 08, 2009
People sometimes try to present outlandish arguments to me as a past-time. Sometimes they'll make a case for how Alyssa Milano is a "hot babe" and has a "sweet ass." I tend to stare back blankly as a result. Other times, they'll say that Ashton Kutcher's comedic stylings are sharp, cutting edge, and positively uproarious. At this point, I suggest they ease off the Irish Car Bombs. But to their credit, their incoherent outbursts represent something edifying: that part of America that time forgot. A part which also inexplicably remains a hindrance to all progress. These are people who appreciated Alyssa Milano on Who's the Boss, but not so much on Charmed (that conflicted with their warped world views.) They also enjoyed guffawing to Kelso's antics on That '70s Show too. And what better way to gently take this distrusting chunk of the American electorate by the hand and say, "No, friend! Universal health care is not a step towards full-blown communism! It simply means that parents who otherwise can't afford to can buy a thing to cure their child's sickness. So he doesn't come to school and infect your ugly brat." Yes, Milano and Kutcher may be excellent casual ambassadors for this issue as it goes up against the blue-hairs in Senate.


I always thought that John McCain had an evil twin running amok. During the election, this sinister doppelganger was the one lurching around on live television, occasionally barking at Obama, sullying the otherwise sensible senator's name. And I could very well be right. Post-election, the angry McCain seems to have stepped aside, and a more levelheaded man has emerged -- just yesterday, in fact. Most notable among his confessions is this: Should Sarah Palin continue her quest to the Oval Office (which we hope she won't after she finishes
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Sure, he's British and can't cast a ballot on election day, but nothing's more sterling than an
A banner week indeed for diva drama -- these ladies are in constant flux between mental stability and the precipice of hot-messery. To recap:
This is it -- the penultimate showdown before the big dance on November 4. Grab a brew and get ready to holler at your favorite candidate on the big screen. Watch the final Obama-McCain televised deathmatch at the following political-friendly hotspots.